whats your zodiac sign (for homestuck reasons)
u could literally google this
i have decided to strategically ignore the homestuck bit of the ask tho
Wait, is arson your legal name?
arson is my legal middle name yea
didnt you just say you were going to ignore all notes on this post
i might lie a little on the internet sometimes (i am a very curious kitty)
Hey. Gentiles. Listen up for a sec.
When September and October are nearing and you’re planning an event: google “Rosh Hashanah *year*” and *Yom Kippur *year*” and then, and I cannot stress this enough, don’t plan your event on those days. In fact, don’t plan any events starting sundown the night before. Those are the three most important days of the Jewish calendar, and, once again, I cannot stress enough how much this little bit of forethought and kindness will make every Jew you know cry tears of joy.
These dates are wrong:
Rosh Hashanah is the Jewish New Year and is celebrated with harvest and fruit imagery. We often eat honey cake and dip apples in honey. It is fine to wish a Jewish person a Happy New Year or say Shanah Tovah! Which means a Good year.
Yom Kippur is the most solemn day of the year for us. We fast and abstain from wearing leather shoes, makeup, etc. Avoid wishing Jews a happy Yom Kippur as its not a happy occasion exactly. You can wish people a meaningful or a tolerable fast, if you’d like. Also don’t be surprised if Jewish people apologise for past mistakes or harm as it is a day of righting interpersonal wrongs and being sealed for the new year.
be pro-aging but wear sun screen. sun protection is not beauty industry propaganda it will save you. wear it. or else.
Mad because you don't have bird vision?
Seethe . You will never b them
Me waiting for y'all to stop this shipping and age nonsense so we can start talking about Hobies very real trauma and how it effects him as a black man living under a police state
SAY IT LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK.
I was talking to a friend about the differences in the way Hobie and Noir are affected by their direct confrontation methods against fascism.
Noir is pretty melodramatic, he says he enjoys punching nazis but he also demonstrates guilt around the "moral ambiguity of his violent actions", on top of seeming generally depressed when you look too closely at him, what with the whole Burning Matches Down To His Fingertips Just To Feel Something.
Contrasted with Hobie who seems very playful about his politics, implying that his activism is performance art, literally took Spiderpunk to the runway, etc. If we take a step back and think about the larger implications of his universe, yes, he should be deeply traumatized and you'd think it would manifest in easily identifyable ways, but it doesn't.
I personally think Hobie's truama is manifesting in my favorite type of black resistance, which is literally just "existing and being happy in a world that wants you dead is a form of defiance." You're not gonna catch Hobie looking bogged down by the weight of fascism because he's dedicating his energy into living his best life out of SPITE. His anger goes into taking care of himself and his own because the number 1 thing fascists want from ppl like him is to roll over and die
Hey. Gentiles. Listen up for a sec.
When September and October are nearing and you’re planning an event: google “Rosh Hashanah *year*” and *Yom Kippur *year*” and then, and I cannot stress this enough, don’t plan your event on those days. In fact, don’t plan any events starting sundown the night before. Those are the three most important days of the Jewish calendar, and, once again, I cannot stress enough how much this little bit of forethought and kindness will make every Jew you know cry tears of joy.
i hope the supernatural writers are proud of creating the standardized medium through which world news is reported on tumblr
can you find the piece of official fgo art this edit was cropped from? i heard it was for the taiwanese server's anniversary and ive seen fanart of this outfit
Official artwork in celebration of the 7th anniversary of the Chinese version of "Fate/Grand Order." — STAR影法师
When Tubbo came out to Tommy (they were 15) Tommy laughed and said "Really?" 😭
The first time Tommy met Jack Manifold, he added him to a PUBG call with the streamer men and, to fill an awkward silence, said, "Jack, do you know Tubbo's gay?" (THEY HAD JUST MET)
As someone who will never join Threads, I find there to be something exceptionally insidious about the part of its dogshit privacy practices where it collects users’ contact data.
A lot of people have my phone number, and not all of them take privacy seriously. A few of them are bound to join Threads at some point. This means I never even have to join the platform for it to collect my full name, contact info, current or past address, and reconstruct at least part of my social and/or professional circle. Despite the fact that I have never agreed to any of this, it is completely legal since people with my contact info have consented to Meta collecting their (and therefore my) info. I hate it here 🫠
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I wish all CGI/SFX Artists a very PLEASE UNIONIZE
Massachusetts = Weightachusetts/Gravityachusetts
Last week I accidentally took an edible at 10x my usual dose. I say “accidentally” but it was really more of a “my friend held it out to my face and I impulsively swallowed it like a python”, which was technically on purpose but still an accident in that my squamate instincts acted faster than my ability to assess the situation and ask myself if I really wanted to get Atreides high or not.
Anyway. I was painting the wall when it hit. My friend heard me make a noise and asked what was wrong—I explained that I had just fallen through several portals. I realized that painting the wall fulfilled my entire hierarchy of needs, and was absolutely sure that I was on track to escaping the cycle of samsara if I just kept at it a little longer. I was thwarted on my journey towards nirvana only by the fact that I ran out of paint.
Seeking a surrogate act of humble service through which I might be redeemed and made human, I turned to unwashed dishes in the sink and took up the holy weapon of the sponge. I was partway through cleaning the blender when it REALLY hit.
You ever clean a blender? It’s a shockingly intimate act. They are complex tools. One of the most complicated denizens of the kitchen. Glass and steel and rubber and plastic. Fuck! They’ve got gaskets. You can’t just scrub ‘em and rinse them down like any other piece of shit dish. You’ve got to dissemble them piece by piece, groove by sensitive groove, taking care to lavish the spinning blades with cautious attention. There’s something sensual about it. Something strangely vulnerable.
As I stood there, turning the pieces over in my hands, I thought about all the things we ask of blenders. They don’t have an easy job. They are hard laborers taking on a thankless task. I have used them so roughly in my haste for high-density smoothies, pushing them to their limits and occasionally breaking them. I remembered the smell of acrid smoke and decaying rubber that filled the kitchen in the break room the last time I tried to make a smoothie at work—the motor overtaxed and melted, the gasket cracked and brittle. Strawberry slurry leaked out of it like the blood of a slain animal.
Was this blender built to last? Or was it doomed to an early grave in some distant landfill by the genetic disorder of planned obsolescence? I didn’t know, and was far too high to make an educated guess. But I knew that whatever care and tenderness and empathy I put into it, the more respect for the partnership of man and machine, the better it would perform for me.
This thought filled me with a surge of affection. However long its lifespan, I wanted it to be filled with dignity and love and understanding. I thought: I bet no one has hugged this blender before. And so I lifted it from its base.
A blender is roughly the size and shape of a human baby. Cradling one in your arms satisfies a primal need. A month ago I was permitted to hold an infant for the first time in my life, an experience which was physically and psychologically healing. I felt an echo of that satisfaction holding my friend the blender, and the thought of parting with it felt even more ridiculous than bringing it with me to hang out on my friend’s bed.
I was gonna draw something more serious but sometimes u just gotta draw memes
Kidd Gorgeous -Nightfish
[image description: a gif parodying edward hopper’s nighthawks. it depicts the diner filled with water and various fish swimming around inside it. the light from the diner casts reflections through the water onto the street outside. /end description]
reblog if you fully and intentionally are referring to aspec people as well when you use the word queer to refer to the community
my partner once said, "if you have to explain your sexuality to straight people, you're probably queer"
